It has been just another great and rather emotionally draining battle, and the only comfort I sought was the voice of the woman that I dearly love. But then…
"There is something that I need to tell you, soldier."
"What is wrong, boo?"
I hear her go silent for a few minutes that are too uncomfortably long, and I immediately know that something has happened.
"Fuck, boo. Is it the baby?"
"No soldier, the baby is fine. I… Well, I met someone, a guy; I met him here on base."
"A guy? So you made friends with a guy on base?"
"Yes, I bumped into him when I went shopping. And, we have been out on lunch twice now."
"Okay, and?"
"Well, he has sort of been over to our place once."
"What the fuck is the man doing at our house, Isabella?"
"He is a friend, Clayton."
"Well, you are heading somewhere, so just get to your point."
"Soldier, I don't know what happened, but he, well, we…we kissed."
